the presents i got
from them
as a child
were wrapped
in the shiniest
of gift paper
gold & silver & red & blue
it was sad that had to stop
~
in the shiniest
of gift paper
gold & silver & red & blue
it was sad that had to stop
~
time takes things
that you dont know
& they dont know
till all of you are old
& running your movie back
dressed the colour of sand
No comments:
Post a Comment